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I'm CrevanFox, welcome to my DW fic journal. I have a LJ equivalent under the same name. It's going to take some time to get my fics over here, please be patient.

My fics (except those marked remix or co-authored) are open for remixing, commentary, etc. Just give me credit for the original version whereever the new story is posted, and let me know so I can squee with geeker/fic writer joy.

I always warn for non con, and dub con. I don't write RPF or incest fics.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters, shows, and my soul belong to their respective creators/the studios/the student loan people. I make no profit from anything, ever.

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Night World
Dresden Files
Harry Potter
Riddick verse (Pitch Black)
Star Trek
Star Wars


50 word
five things
challenge/prompt inspired
character study


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The 4 things that never happened to Klara Prast in 2008, and one that might
written for the fifth fest at [community profile] smallfandomfest
Prompt was Klara, new world

Author's note: This is my first and so far only five things that is not Stargate related. I love expanding my horizons! ALSO, this references events in Young Avengers/Runaways Secret Invasion. If you haven't read that mini series (or even heard of it), basically an alien race called the Skrull invades. Klara and Molly were dropped off at Mt. Rushmore to keep them out of the worst of the fighting. The Skrull get their asses handed to them and then leave.

Oh brave new world that has such people in it )
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A matter of honour, drabble
prompt for open_on_sunday, prompt:shortest and/or longest

"Mine is bigger"

"no, it's longer, longer isn't bigger or better. Mine is wide, that's what counts."

From the other side of the door Xander and Willow looked at each other in confusion.

"Okay, pretty sure they're not talking about what I think they're talking about, right?" Xander looked at Willow for confirmation, "I mean girls don't......"

"Uh, not that I know of" Willow said.

"Faith, Buffy, I think you're both a little old to be playing whose got the bigger sword, now put those away and get out your quarter staffs." said Giles.

The swords scrapped as they went back into their scabbards.
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That takes me back
for open_on_sunday's prompt longest and/or shortest


"No question, the Mayor. Your turn, smelliest?"

"Ew. Lurconis, the disgusting baby-eating tub dwelling...something!"

"Still pissed about the smell?"

"I've tried everything! the dry cleaners had me banned because the smell tranfered to other peoples clothes."

"What are you three doing?" Joyce asked, as she walked in on Xander, Willow and Buffy in the living room.

"We're playing which demon." said Willow brightly.

Joyce looked at her blankly and asked "Witch demon?"

"No, not that kind, like, um, what's the... the...shortest demon we've ever come across? and then the next person has to guess who it was."

The three friends looked at each other and grinned.

"Fear demon."
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Watcher's Cup
prompt was Cup

Faith sat Wesley down in front of the library's lone computer.

"What exactly are we doing?" he inquired, as he tried to stand up again. "We have important thing to do, I hardly think it's appropriate for me to be wasting time-"

"This'll only take a minute" Faith said, as she layed a Slayer-powered hand on his shoulder and shoved him down.

Xander queued up the Youtube video, hit play and stepped back.

From the office Buffy emerged carrying a videocamera.

But Wesley was too horrified by what was onscreen to notice.

"Good God! What are those two girls doing?!?!" He shouted before gagging.
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Subterfuge and Distraction

"Did you change your hat again?"

"Nope, same hat I always wear" Molly said, "Now shhh! I'm finding out if Harry Potter lives."

"I'm pretty sure that's new, Molly. Where exactly are you getting them from anyway? That's the 50th hat I've seen you wear." Chase flopped down beside her on the couch. "Do stores even sell hats like that?"

Molly sighed. "You know Chase, just 'cause I'm not in school doesn't mean I don't want to learn and be smart" She fixes him with her best Gert impersonation and jiggles the book.

She raises the book over her face and smiles.
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She was a slip of a thing, clad in a guazy white dress, torn and muddy. There were sticks in her hair.

She was dirty, gross, and tired and this stupid forest went on forever.

How was her human going to finish the novel if his muse was lost in the woods?
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The Communist Manifesto, by Dr. Seuss
co-wrote* by fearthemeatball

*unavailable for remixing

Could you, would you rile the masses?
Would you, could you change their classes?

You do not like it, being poor.
Wouldn't you like having something more?

Hate the rich and all they've got?
Then overthrow them and take their lot!

The Yanks, the Krauts, the British too,
shout down the rich-shout out BOO!

Blame it on the Bourgoise-
they buy your labour for a fee.

The Bourgoise are the impetus
for lifestyles which are ruinious.

Would you, could you bomb the plant?
Destroy the gizmos that make you rant?

Once upon a while ago,
craftsman was the way to go.

Now replaced by the means of production
capitalism makes for beguiling seduction.

Alas the manifesto was quite moot
like the influence of tariff Hawley-Smoot

And damn Desrali and his reform
the mighty revolution now unborn.
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prompt was can, for open on sunday

She'd been in the can for a couple of years when he came for her. His visit got her out of group therapy, so there's a plus.

But then he told her that Angel was gone and the world needed a hero. She figures the shit's really hit the fan if the closest thing around that resembles a hero is her.

Wow, it really must be the apocolypse.

She's in here because she deserves to be. She breaks out because it's her job (and no one else can do it).

Besides, Faith figures, as safety glass shatters around her, she's feeling pretty rehabilitated already.
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An AU where Angel ended in season 1

crackfic, ficlet

Angel and Doyle stood atop the building. The sky was streaked with reds and oranges and deeping blues.

"Are you sure about this, Angel? You could do a lot of good with a ring like that."

Angel smiled sadly, took one last look as the sun dipped below the horizon then slipped the Ring of Amara from his finger.

He hadn't seen the sun in- fzzt!

Angel exploded into a shower of dust.

Doyle was horrified. He had dead vampire all over his clothes.

"Damn, I must be running fast". He said, looking at his dust covered watch.

With that he picked up the ring, headed to the nearest pawn shop and from there to a bar.

This whole hero thing was a headache.
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The Women In Refridgerators Rally is over There
multiple fandoms

"I'm Lt. Javis"

"Hi Jarvis." the group chorused.

"I was a soldier on Stargate, and I was killed on my first and only mission-"

"Oh bitch, bitch" whispered Stormtrooper "I've been killed thousands of times"

"By your command" agreed his neighbour.

"Hey! Lets show a little respect here" said Redshirt.
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It was done.

Harry removed Gryffindor's sword from Edward Cullen's body with a jerk and turned to Ron and Herminione, who stood over the blue-faced Bella.

"Next time we'll stop them before they get a movie"

"You think Mcgonagall's feminist group is done with Stephanie Meyer yet?" asked Ron.
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Bedtime Stories for Communists

"Do you know what happened next?"

"The lion gave the mouse riches for helping pull out the thorn?"

"No. The lion ate the mouse, and that is why you can't trust the rich."

"Or lions." she said, sleepy, as her father tucked her in and said goodnight.
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She twisted and pushed, trying to keep it at arms length, but the essay was quicker. It darted around and began beating the poor girl about the head. Eventually she fell to the floor and was still.

The prophecy had come to pass: this essay had been the death of her.
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Dont tap the glass

"No one knows where they came from, only that they couldn't survive in the real world. That's why we put them someplace safe." The guide said, sweeping an arm over the glass that was one side of the Angel sanctuary. Winged figures moved in the distance of the large dome.
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The Firefly Gazette
dribble for 50wordstory on LJ

Gorram it Mal, gotta stop that girl from writing the newsletter"

"How come?" Mal grunted, busy.

"This weeks survey was 'What do you like best about Serenity?'"


"Her answers was 'its made of oatmeal, its full of stars or you can talk to dogs'."

Mal considered, and said "I'd pick B."
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Twilight vs. Wolverine

Logan should have realized there was trouble brewing when the precognitive kid holed up in his room with a month supply of food annd refused to come out until "that damn book went away."

The next day Logan noticed a few girls in his self defense class weren't paying attention. That shit just didn't happen in his class. He yelled, they cringed and he figured that was the end of it. The next day they'd brought the fucking book to class with them.

He didn't get the weird apple motif on the cover, and frankly he didn't give a damn. On the way back to his room he passed groups of giggling girls, all with that same book. It was really starting to freak him out. And what was with the all the girls putting sparkles on shit?

By the end of the week he'd pretty much locked himself into his room as well.

Eventually the fad seemed to fade away, as all teen obsessions did and Logan wandered downstairs. It was late, and that kid was watching TV, like he always did at night when everyone else slept.

"Anything good on, kid?"

"not really, just this documentary about the Twihard phenomenon."

"I thought that book was old news?" Logan said, the fear blunt in his voice.

"The first one, yeah, this is about the sequel."


"There's gonna be 4 books in total-"the kid turned to look, but Logan was gone,"Mr Logan?"
But Logan was off, already planning his extended trip to northern Canada.
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The Devil's Due
Xover with multiple fandoms:Reaper,and Supernatural, with shout outs to Buffyverse, Firefly, Harry Potter, Whoverse, and Dollhouse
Posted to Writercon100
Blue light special, as many qualifying fandoms in 100 words.

"What's this?" asked Sam, as the Devil passed him a paper.

"It's your list of souls, Sammie Boy" the Devil smiled.

"Uh, yeah, whatever buddy, you've got the wrong guy" said Dean, as he shot Sam a look.

"Voldermort, Angelus, Spike, the Deleks.... aren't these-"

"the worst damned ever to escape hell, Sammie. You don't want their evil in the world do you?"

"Joss Whedon is on this list" Sam said.

"Isn't that the Firefly, Buffy guy? those chicks were hot" Dean said, lost in dirty thoughts.

"Have you seen Dollhouse? Nuff said" the Devil replied.

"well, we can at least check into it," Sam suggested.
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Night World
Xposted at LJS100

Galen sighed. He went to the kitchen and returned with a garbage bag, then pulled the comforter off the bed and shoved it into the bag.

On his way he ran into James and Poppy. Both nodded a hello, then paused and made faces. Poppy sniffed the air, made another face.

"Is that-"

"Don't ask" Galen cut her off without breaking his stride.

Thankfully he made it to the laundry room without running into anyone else (who had a super sense of smell) and started the washing machine.

Galen was really going to have to talk to Keller about cleaning up her own damn hairballs
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There's Always Elvis
Night World
Drabble for LJS100
Prompt was music

Poppy sat beside the stereo, flipping through her CDs, frowning.

Everything she played sounded disjointed, stopping and starting.

When she mentioned it to James he had looked at her like she was nuts.

"Yeah, everything digital sounds like that"

Poppy had given him a blank look in return.

"It's not supposed to, the music should play smoothly."

"Not to vampire ears. We can hear the pauses. He stopped when he saw how upset she looked. "Aw, Poppy, you can always listen to records. They sound alright." He hugged her.

Buried in his shoulder Poppy didn't mention that you probably couldn't get the Netherland Skippy dance on vinyl.


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